Com. A rather strange parallel to my 'Net surfings as [email protected] in the past."You have new mail in /usr/spool/dandrews," the computer spat ...t me as I logged in. I went into PINE and looked at what messages had come in. One was from a gentleman named Jon Sleeper. As I brought it up, I noticed that the To: line was addressed to something called the "Transformation Stories Mailing List."Transformation?I skimmed the message further."Actually, um, no. I've thrown out this idea for *you*. ‘Why are you so anxious to look perfect, Camil?’ Candice asked as she re-applied some makeup. ‘You’re seeing your dad, not going on a date.’ ‘I know,’ Camilla said as she put red lipstick on. ‘I want him to be proud to have a beautiful daughter.’ ‘You don’t have to work so hard to do that,’ Candice said. ‘I wanna be more beautiful than beautiful,’ Camilla said, checking her dark blue evening gown for any problems. ‘No, I didn’t get any come on it from that dream–good.’ Then she checked her. I grew up thinking the world is utterly insane and I never quite fit in. Never understood the unspoken rules we have set for ourselves. We always try to keep ourselves from giving in to desire, from speaking the words we long to speak, from dressing the way we want to dress because of how – gasp – society might feel. How other people might feel.Oh please. I never gave a fuck. Now, on my 18th birthday, I still felt the same. Possibly even worse. ”Hair dye!” I jumped up to wrap my arms around my. I stopped at home long enough to remove Sarah's body from the pickup before continuing to Baker. Ed was there at the time, and he wanted to shoot the wounded man when he heard that he was the one who had shot Sarah. I stopped him and explained why. Ed nodded and walked away after punching the bastard in the wounded area.I got to the courthouse and found Sheriff Williams to tell him what was going on and to ask his help in taking care of the necessary details. The sheriff was a fan of Sarah's,.